Through the Glass Window

Ran into my buddy Apache as I was heading to the Pain Cave yesterday.

He began walking towards me, complaining about the Complex Manager not responding to his phone calls.

Now I do love my buddy Apache, but he hangs out with some dubious characters, and spends a lot of time in the casinos.

Having heard on the news that a casino worker had tested positive, I panicked and said to Apache, “Don’t come too close!” and began swinging my gym bag at him, because he kept coming.

ROFLMAO!

I think it was the swinging of the gym bag that registered with him that I was serious.

I didn’t have time to get caught up with Apache, and his having to stand so far away from me kinda cooled his need to talk, so we went our separate ways.

There’s a nice glass window in the workout room of the Pain Cave.

I refer to it as my “television screen” because it’s so entertaining to watch people, who don’t know they are being observed, as I work out.

Trainer and I have observed drug deals taking place and once, there was a crazy homeless lady who changed clothes, not only in full view of us in the Cave, but in full view of the public.

She completely stripped off her shirt, her bra, stood around naked from the waist up for a time before covering up again with a different shirt.

To Trainer’s credit, he turned his back, said, “I’m not looking” and didn’t turn around until I said she'd re-covered herself.

At our next session, Trainer said that very night, during an evening training session, a homeless man had come into the studio to say, “Hey! There’s a woman out here starting a fire”.

She’d joined a group of homeless men and, it being a cold night, started a bonfire in the back parking lot to keep warm.

The other homeless didn’t agree with that being done, so close to businesses, asked for help putting the fire out, then told the woman, “We don’t do crazy here. You gotta go” and they chased her away.

Think about that for a second.

Think about how wacky you must be that homeless people don’t want anything to do with you.

Also from the glass front television screen at the Pain Cave is a view of the market parking lot.

I’d thought, now that everyone has loaded up on groceries, the market parking lot would be empty.

It’s not.

I’ve not seen a line, but the lot is full with people coming/going.

Trainer has a theory. That theory being people are so stressed and so bored, with this having to stay indoors self-isolating, that they’re eating up supplies, have to go get more.

LOL, but it’s possible

Now I’m reading this pandemic self-isolate thing might last “18 months or more”.

Hopefully, that’s a gross over estimation because, no manicure/pedicure, no trip to the locktician (braided hair stylish) for 18 months and I’ll be looking like Howard Hughes during his final years — you know, the scraggily hair, long claw-like nails on the hands and toes.

I received email notice that my favorite boutique in the mall is “temporarily” closing its doors.

Will the mall be closing its doors altogether?

Maybe.

With so few people, why remain open, but “18 months”?????

I did make it to the craft store for floss, a day or two before it got real for me, but never made it to Macy’s to replenish makeup, so I’ll have to go online for that now.

I’m retired, I’m okay, I don’t like the idea of 18 months, but I can handle it. But what about others (including family) who must work for a living. How are they going to manage a year and a half of this.